I may have mentioned a time or 20 about how much I LOVE my kids' school. While it is not perfect, it currently IS the perfect situation for our family. If I were not able to be as involved as I am, perhaps I would feel differently. But as it stands, I am able to spend about 8 hours a week volunteering. I love the time I get to spend in their classrooms.
Two of those eight hours each week go to two special girls. I decided at the beginning of the school year to join the school based Big Brothers/Big Sisters program. I figured, if I'm going to be around the school, I might as well spend some intentional time with some girls who could benefit from some mom attention.
I have a second grade "little" and a sixth grade "little. Honestly, I started the year out with the second grader and it didn't seem like that big of a stretch. I have a second grade girl and I pretty much know what to do. Chat, hold her feet to the homework fire and encourage her. Her home life is rough and I have been moved by how rough some kids have it.
A few months ago I was asked to take on another little. She is in sixth grade and a great student. Her friends in class all had big sisters and they recommended her for the program. Although the program doesn't normally assign matches toward the end of the year, especially since she will be moving on to a middle school next year, they asked if I would. Well... now... this has been challenging. NOT because of her, but because of me. What the heck do you talk about with a sixth grader? Ugh. She is smart, stylish and artistic. I'm making it up as I go along.
Our school hosted a "tea" for all 4th, 5th and 6th grade girls yesterday. A teacher had a vision three years ago to begin a tea where girls can be taught what true beauty is, be celebrated for the young women they are and cast vision for who they may become. I was invited to join my little as a guest. I was a bit hesitant. Feeling as insecure as those little girls. Did she really want some old mom hanging around (I'm not as young and cute as most of the college age big sis'.) I was surprised that she didn't seem embarrassed when she saw me walk in and I asked if I could sit next to her.
The vision this teacher has for these girls made me love and appreciate our school even more. YES to inner beauty, beauty of the heart, waiting to save yourself until marriage, yes to manners and etiquette. Yes to being in the school for my children and other peoples' children who, for a million reasons, can't be.
This week, this school year, has been full of surprises; many of which have come from me going to school. I guess school is never really over!